The ancient, tentacled remains, of the once mighty scourge of seas.
Long dead, but heart yet beating, it's wretched corpse has forgotten how to die.
Floating aimlessly it hunts, it's body dragging behind, pulled lazily through the water, as the appendages slowly unwind.
Some are long, thin, and slashing, to draw the blood with which it lures its prey.
Some are short and grasping, to keep enemies close while upon them it feasts.
Some are translucent and oozing, to keep its prey docile and fresh, it puts you into a half woken sleep, while it drags you, soon to be eaten, to the depths.
It find a drifting peaceful giant, and with a flick removes the fins, if what remained of its mouth could smile, it would have a rictus grin.
The bleeding attracts scavengers, corpse stealers, and the rest, eager to reap their unearned gains.
The carrion quietly lurking, bobbing near the cluster of instincts that remain.
It should have been slain many years ago, in a battle that tarnished the seas,
The first wave was sent to slash its throat, so it could no longer feed. After heavy losses they succeeded, then the battle lulled for weeks.
Unable to feed it starved and shrunk, till it was small enough for the plan. They collapsed an island upon it, to keep it still while around it they waited, readying spears and teeth and claws, for when it shifted the rubble which had it entombed.
It took only a few minutes, to shift the continent which had it trapped, and as soon as it's flesh was visible, the gathered army attacked.
Weakened by the hunger, caused by the food swimming out from the hole it had under its mouth, the armored hide still blackened, from the cauterizing magma they lay down their lives to have it swallow, to prevent it the lost flesh from growing back.
The innumerable slashes of the fodder, as it shook itself loose from the pile, started dying as it's poisonous blood seeped out, and caused the bodies to rot and burst, spreading an underwater plague, wiped out by the incoming blast.
The cuts were to pierce it's armored hide, and each one cost a life. The cracks in the armored plating gave room to hit the muscles that radiation resistance lacked.
The stomach and the skin, both absorbed the force of the bombs. But there were enough holes in the armor, for the deadly aftermath to seep inside.
They dropped more bombs then they thought they'd needed, and resumed when the pile in the center of ocean bed that had turned black,
Started to move again, and they went for the last plan they had in their stack.
They waited and they monitored, dropping the occasional bomb to keep it dosed.
Eventually decades later, the alpha waves did the job that all other things the capability lacked.
The only problem with this plan, was that dead things only breath out of habit, and even it's living corpse weighed as much as many mountains, and it's body follows mind.
The remnants of the predator sought revenge, so it went to the surface to have it found. The ghost that swam through the skies was harmless, the body that appeared minutes after was not.
The soul stayed tethered to the body, and sun learned new techniques that led to to control. Over time as it practiced it improved it's new skills, and each new city took less time to cull. It took out thousands of cities, then realized it would eventually run out. It went back to the place where it wanted its grave, and now sleeps until it wakes from its dreams.
It does what it wants till it tires, then returns to its rest down below.
Beware the monsters you try to kill, sometimes it's better not to let them die.
